Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.